Jackson Robard - The cub-scout mother

"Aaaagggghhhhh… oooohhhhh, Jesus Godddd… ohhhhh… oooo… Mommmmmmm… suck ittttttttt…!"

The mouth was working obediently to suck out his very guts through his aching cock. Whimpering and gurgling deep in his chest at the incredible contact of her soft mouth licking and sucking upward on his raging penis, his hands found the curly head and pushed the wetly warm pocket of hollowed mouth down even further. His hips jerked upward to force it down the wonderful darkly sensuous cavern, the tunnel of heavenly delight. He was coming apart at the seams. His hands slid down the smooth white back and then under to find the dangling round breasts, firm and giving. Oh God damn!!!!!! Nothing had ever felt so good in the whole fucking universe!

Bette Jean could feel the demanding rigidity almost to her tonsils. Every little vein that bulged out she licked and soothed with her tongue going round and round the pulsing quivering length. There was a strange thick slippery fluid that was heady and sweet… pungent and spicy. Instinctively the hardened tip of her tongue found the tiny opening in the head and bored into it as far as possible. The young loins responded and shoved upward. Her hands found the bloated balls that threatened to split the scrotum and cradled them lovingly. So heavy and full. Oh, if only her head wouldn't swim so… leaving her and then swarming back making everything sway and jump. Must be the brandy. One leg was cramped and ached. Holding the base of the great thing in her hand she wriggled around till she could get to it better and ease her leg over his body. That was much better. She closed her eyes and let her mouth slide slowly down over the velvety smooth skin that was so hard and solid underneath, full of cords and wires and ridges. She sucked it hard with great smacking noises.

"Jesussssss… Goddddddamnnnnnnn…" Gary moaned as his hands found the rounded moons of her smooth buttocks over his chest. He lifted his head and looked. Oh God damn it to hell! The tight clasping opening of her pale coral pussy was exposed, soft downy hair ringing the fist shaped mouth. There was the crinkled clenching little flower of her anus. Hell!

Exerting a steady pressure on the inside of her white tapering thighs with his hands, he pressured her legs wider apart and lifted his head into the softness of her loins, extended his tongue and found the tightly moist opening to her budding pussy. He flicked his lingual member through his teeth and plunged the tip of it into her flagrantly ready cuntal portal, tasting the pungent flavor of her, the sparse down ringing her pussy tickling his cheeks as he thrust, then, deeply into her. The shock of it went through her like a lightning bolt. She quivered in response, her buttocks undulant as she moved her searing pelvis down to him, almost in supplication… begging him for more.

As she gasped aloud, her mouth gaped open and her head jerked up, uncontrollably; at that instant, the very tip of his blood-engorged penis brushed her chin. Unconsciously, she opened her mouth slightly to capture it and to feel it press against her teeth. Ovaling her lips she absorbed just the head, tasting its maleness, nippy and pungent, and ran her tongue around the smooth, rubbery glans, aware of the warm throb of it inside her mouth and against her lips. She was so enthralled… involved with the lewd sensations being generated down between her wide-held legs that she was not fully aware any more. It seemed, somehow, natural and right… and she savored the aroma and the pungency of its delicate flavor on her palate.

Instinctively, almost hypnotically her hands went down to him, the one to grasp the young, long and hardened shaft, the other to caress the testicles that hung down in their soft sac behind it.

Then, she heard his voice, coming to her from miles away, it seemed. "Keep sucking… damn it! Keep sucking!"

The head of his thing was in her mouth! Dear God! I've got his… h-his thing in m-my mouth… and I-I didn't know it! And I-I'm liking it… l-liking the taste of it! It's so big… and warm… and kind of s-smooth… a-and it's beginning to… f-feel good… in my m-mouth… like I w-want to keep it… there! Like I really do want… t-to suck it! Oh, God! I d-do! I want to… s-suck his… c-cock! That's the right word: c-Cock! I want t-to… Oh, I want to suck his cock… u-until he squirts out his… s-sperm!

… And, she knew then, knew it without a doubt, that she wanted to grasp this experience, make it her own, for she knew it was what he needed… what she needed… yet she couldn't imagine… doing it with the father of the boy whose cock she, herself, had in her mouth, but she knew it was good… it was the counterpart, the missing part of everything.

Again, she ran her tongue-tip over the pulsing young penis head in her mouth, swirling it around and around, feeling the velvet-smooth skin of it. Then, she began to push the tip of her lingual shaft into the tiny orifice, again probing, tantalizingly, and she was rewarded by a deep-throated moan from the boy under her. He shoved his pelvis up at her, filling her mouth and throat with his lust-hardened flesh; at the same time he took her quiveringly aroused clitoral bud into his mouth and nipped it gently with his teeth.

The shock of his rock-hard cock going deeper into her throat had almost made her gag, but the shock to her sensitive clitoris offset it. The electric contact of his tongue, now as he licked the sensate head of her miniature phallus while he held it gently between his teeth was almost all she needed to send her to the brink of ecstasy the alcohol had made possible.

In blissful delirium, she fought back the initial gagging sensation and began to hollow her lips in a teasing little sucking motion, while she used her tongue, excitedly, licking up and down the sensitive under side of the huge, throbbing prick she had absorbed, now, to its fullest length into her mouth. Then, as his hips began to flex, moving his cock in and out of her oral cavern, she knew, it seemed, instinctively, what she was expected to do. Her mouth was a substitute for her cunt. It could give a man as much satisfaction as the mouth between her legs… maybe more! The thought of Lester with Wanda… legs widespread, with his huge cock working in the obscene flesh of her sister's cunt, flashed through her mind, followed, instantly by the vision of Gary being seduced by the slut. Together, they added up to total depravity and total pleasure! Lester had set the example. The wife would follow!

Rolling her lips in to cover her teeth, she began moving her head, in opposition to him, sliding her ovaled, suctioning lips up and down the rigid, pulsing pole of his cock, knowing somehow that it would give him exquisite pleasure. She was not wrong! She heard him gasp aloud. "Oh, Christ! That feels good! Keep it up… Mom! Keep sucking on it… baby!"

Gary had never experienced anything like this in his life! Christ! First Wanda and then… this… This was out of this world! Out of sight! His mother was sucking him like she had done it all her life! It must be instinct! The best thing in the world was his own mother!

Bette Jean just couldn't believe it; the combined thrills that coursed through her of sucking and being sucked was simply enchanting… rapturously so! The lewdly erotic sensations in her mouth and throat amazed her… and the way Gary was licking and sucking at her clitoris, made her feel that this moment of her life was the most fulfilling she had ever known!

Warm summer rainstorm accompanied by glittering shafts of lightening hovered over her loins where the boy-man's tongue slaved, laving, sucking and licking her, bringing her by ascending degrees almost to the pinnacle of ecstasy. She knew that she was ready, now… ready for the storm to break, bringing with it the welcome gushing waters of relief… to wash over her with a downpour of pure rapture.